My hand moved across his thigh until I interlocked our fingers.
He turned his head slightly my way, surprised by the unexpected affection. His fingers lightly squeezed mine in reciprocation, and his deep eyes looked into mine like he was trying to read my thoughts. Sometimes I forgot how handsome he was, how every woman in the world wished she could be me. But I had him all to myself…and I would have him for the rest of my life.
After a minute, he looked away again, our hands still joined together.
We pulled up to Damien’s, and he got out of the car without saying goodbye.
We got back on the road and headed home.
It was dark in the back seat with the sun gone. It was just the two of us, his driver keeping his eyes on the road. My hand pulled away from his and rubbed up his chest, moving until my fingers could grasp his collared shirt and tie. I gave him a gentle tug, wanting him to turn toward me.
He turned his head my way, his eyes immediately focusing on my lips.
I tugged on him again and kissed him.
Our lips came together with the same explosive chemistry, with the same shocks that traveled down our spines. My fingertips went numb as I squeezed him harder. My mouth clung to his desperately, breathing oxygen into his lungs like he couldn’t get it on his own. I moaned quietly as my mouth opened to take his, to take his tongue.
He pivoted his body and slid his hand up my dress, following the curve of my ass and fingering my thong underneath. His kisses turned more heated, became heavier. He unbuckled his safety belt so he could get closer to me, bring our writhing bodies together so we could feel each other as much as possible.
I didn’t know why I wanted to kiss him so much… I just did. My heart softened for him, and my walls came down. He started to feel like a man I could really trust, someone who would have my back even when I wasn’t in the room. That kind of loyalty was hard to find…even among family.
Since I’d never wanted to get married…maybe this was the best thing I could ever have. Maybe this was exactly what I wanted, a loyal man who would always take care of me, who would value me over money.
His hand slid into my hair, and he kissed my neck. “Baby…”
I rolled my head back and let him take all of me, let him conquer me. “Hades.”
8
Hades
Our naked bodies fell to the bed, and I couldn’t get inside her fast enough.
Her fingers dug into my hair as she kissed me, as she breathed hard into my mouth while she waited for me to slide deep inside her.
So fucking wet.
My cock throbbed inside her, surrounded by her slick warmth. My mouth paused against hers because my mind was overstimulated. Everything was good…everything. It felt the way it used to, unbridled passion.
She couldn’t get enough of me.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
I rocked into her and kissed her at the same time, my cock and my mouth deep in heaven. I could feel every inch of her, even feel her soul. The last few weeks had been strictly sex, getting off on each other’s bodies. But now the old flame had been reignited, and we actually had emotion, actually had desire. Our hands shook as we gripped each other, and every kiss made our lips tremble with lust. It was exactly what I wanted…exactly what I’d longed for the last two years.
My woman was back.
I pushed her into the bed and fucked her fast, giving her as much of me as she wanted. The muscles in my ass ached because I was pushing my body to the limits, giving her the kind of good sex I never gave anyone else. With Sofia, I never met her halfway. I did all of the work, gave her a hundred percent.
And right now, she was giving me a hundred percent too.
“Hades…” She came right away, her pussy tightening around me like fingers into a fist. Her legs opened wider, and she rocked with my thrusts, her sexy lips parted as she moaned to the ceiling. “Yes…fuck yes.”
I followed right behind her, caught off guard by the passion she showed me. My body was trained to last longer, to make a woman’s toes curl before the grand finale. But I couldn’t keep my body together, couldn’t keep my urges under control. My cock exploded inside her, giving her a mound of come that would last until she showered the next morning. It would slowly drip down her thighs and splash to the stone tile below. It was impossible for her not to think about me, not when my essence was stuffed deep inside.